alexr_rwx | "With so little to be sure of..."

There are about a million things to write about...

On Friday, I went home... and there were probably more emotions tied up with this act than there normally are, just in that I was going home specifically for my father's wedding...

It feels like I've got a really long entry building up, somewhere, but I don't know how much of it will ever be articulated. But the state of the world is about to change rather a lot. People are getting old, everybody's moving on to different stages of life...

But one of the first things I saw, when I was back in Tallahassee, was a patch of grass. And it was the brightest, most vibrantly green grass I'd seen in a long time, just growing by the side of the road with all of its grassly might. And this seemed significant... or perhaps edging on a commercial for running shoes. But that's the whole point; that's the image they want to get across -- do your thing as hard and as fast and as long as you possibly can. Enjoy it. Breathe because, you know, what else can you do? If you're not enjoying it... well, why not?

Yesterday, I walked past Dr. Murray, who teaches our Physics class. He was standing on the corner of Ferst and Atlantic, waiting for the bus. And I thought, "you know, he's a really good instructor, especially in light of certain other instructors I've had in the past, who are quite bad." And I turned around, walked back, and told him so. He seemed pleased, and said that he'd often thought about bad teaching technique when he was an undergrad, and went "I'm not going to be like that". So that's encouraging...

We had a midnight rave tonight, to help cope with stuff.

I played with small children over the weekend. Mary's sister Anne has three young'uns, one of whom, Andrew (although he might be called "Ash" later in life, because his initials spell that), is just over a week old... and I still like little kids.

The wedding was out on the dock, which juts out onto the lake. Reverend Art came over, and we walked out there, just Natalie and myself, Art, and the paternal unit and Mary. It was like a five minute operation, simple, direct. The wind was blowing pleasingly, and it was bright and sunshiney, and I pulled the rings from my pocket and they were solid and cool in my hand as I handed them to Art. We all wore flip-flops. Except for Art, who was overdressed. Mary was pretty, but that's the general situation. Dad looks slimmer than he has recently. I have pictures, and I may post them somewhere...

... and there are pictures of Anne's kids too. I suppose I have... step-cousins now? I spoke to Ash in Spanish, and he doesn't understand. But he doesn't know English yet either. I think I like the name "Ash".

Esther

eponis is learning Inform, which is the language used to make those cool Infocom games "for those intellectual types with good imaginations"...

... and Corey is working on a kernel module tonight, one that uses the slab cache allocator doohickey... cs3210 is getting pretty intense, it looks like...

I don't think I need to do the TA thing for a while... at least not for 2130. I think I'm about done with that, after this semester. Perhaps the JHU thing will turn out nicely, and I can do that for the summer. And maybe I can get into research here, after that, and then do that 'til I go somewheres else...

... it's sort of a melancholy thing, the idea of leaving here... but maybe I should just go sleep. And run more than I do.

There's a lot more to write about. And a lot of things to do...